Sergeant Roger Shiflett --
A Marine, A Gentleman, A West Virginian

Let me go, set me free, you whiskey dog
It's Semper Fi and these mountains I love.

And the morning sun kisses High Street
right on top of a yawn.
Yes, yes, as she rolls them Mountain eyes
and he sighs and says,
O to have been born in the future
in the providence of West Virginia
and I could have obtained such a beauty.

And there he dies at midnight
on the cold cold courthouse steps
cheated out of his life
by the war that took his mind.

Hats off! Hats off I say!
to the One True Hillbilly Hero